Page 45 of Craving Vengeance
Her tiny hands sheathed him. Oddly, her sheathing him was always the most erotic experience for him. His body begged for release, yet he knew he had work to do first. He willed himself to recapture his control.
He slid his hand under the slim waistband of her silky red panties and slowly dragged them down her legs. She stepped out of them. She still wore her tall, red, spike-heeled boots. She reached for the zipper of her boot. He grabbed her hand. “Leave them on,” he whispered. He wanted to feel the leather wrapped around him.
She smiled and nodded, then lay down on the bed.
He climbed in beside her and watched her as she slowly ran her tongue over her ruby red lips. He leaned toward her and claimed her mouth with his. All control was lost. He cupped her breast. It fit perfectly in his hand. He messaged both breasts before running his hand over her smooth flat stomach. He slid his hand down further, finding her wet and ready for him. Her throaty moan rang in his ears. He couldn’t wait any longer. He was greedy, so greedy. He positioned himself on top of her and slid himself inside her. Her warmth surrounded him both physically and emotionally. It was as if madness overcame him. He drove deeper into her.
She met his every thrust. She wrapped her legs around him and hooked her heels together. The leather from her boots squeaked. He drove harder and deeper until she pulsated with pleasure around him. His own heated pleasure swept through him with more intensity than a wildfire. His release didn’t take long to follow. He collapsed, totally spent.
He rolled off her and attempted to catch his breath. She rolled with him curling into the curve of his arm. Her warm hand rested on his chest. He placed his hand over hers. His thudding heartbeat penetrated through her palm and into his. He wondered if she had a clue as to the intensity of his feelings for her. They’d yet to exchange the “L” word. In fact, he’d never used it before. For some reason, he fought the urge to say it now. Why was he fighting it? He truly felt it. Why not say it? Fear swept through him. What if she didn’t say it back? He’d feel like such an idiot.
Her breaths grew slow and even. Exhaustion finally consumed her. She’d fallen asleep. He couldn’t blame her. She’d had a pretty tough day. Her silky red hair spilled over his shoulder and chest. He inhaled, capturing her scent. Her hair always smelled like a fresh spring morning. The “L” word still lingered in his mind. Perhaps he should practice saying it now while she slept. What harm could come of that? It escaped his lips before he could think twice about it this time.
She lifted her head and met his gaze. Her eyes sparkled. “I love you too, Nick.”
She brushed her full sweet lips softly across his and laid her head back down on his chest.
Relief swept through him.That wasn’t so bad.His eyes watered. He’d never heard anything so beautiful and satisfying in his life. His blurry gaze shifted to his jeans on the floor in the bedroom doorway. He thought about the ring in his pocket. He glanced at the clock, two minutes to midnight, still Valentine’s Day. He still had time to do what he’d set out to do on this particular day.
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